8 Bit
Yeah
Roll the dice like Vegas
Grab a pound of grade A shit
Break it down like 8-bit
Smokin loud vision hazy
Put you on the ground, on the pavement
Wanna get foul I'm flagrant
Homie fuck the judge and the bailiff
I ain't seen justice lately
Bitch I tell the President to fade me
Pull up on his residence swangin'
All black Beatle like Swae Lee
No it's not love don't pay me
Only got love for the pastries
Tryna get a cut of the bakery
Homies had the piece, no patience
You don't play the corner if you don't gotta safety
Remember couldn't afford a double-quarter, shit crazy
Now it's tell me what ya order, got it for the gravy
Ask me who my competition, tell ya that he nameless
Kickin' heads on some Liu Kang shit
Boutta get ahead 'till I'm dead or I'm brainless
Face it
Cuttin' through the paper, I'm a staple
Fakes had to cut 'em like cable
Homies pushing 'cain like Able
Just to put some bread on the table
Just to put a horse in the stable
Why I gotta make it stay faithful
Yeah that's why I gotta make it stay faithful
Roll the dice like Vegas
Yeah
Grab a pound of Grade-A shit
Smoke
Break it down like 8-bit
Gas
Smokin loud vision hazy
Woah
Roll the dice like Vegas
Yeah
Grab a pound of grade A shit
Smoke
Break it down like 8-bit
Gas
Smokin loud vision hazy
Go!
Back up on the menu
Smokin' on some purple shit a force like Ginyu
All up in the cut like Tenchu
Throwin' all the weight, Jiu-Jitsu
Beat up on the sticks, Nintendo
Run and let the marathon continue
Know I gotta pop, pimples
Gotta get the Guap for my kinfolk
Know I'll prolly rock, crippled
Let me break it down to you simple
Since you been sleepin' on me
Sheep that's been deceived, yeah they fleeced you homie
Treat the scene like Caesar, defeat ya army
Watching TV the only time you see the zombie
Feed me bodies
Leave the beat I'm greedy, got an eatin' problem
The only thing gettin' to me Jesus prolly
Hardly ever slip got cleats up on me
Tryna win the season and seize the moment
Decrease opponents
The CDC couldn't see this disease
That mean I'm potent
Weed the dopest
Concede it's hopeless
Ya see me focused
Delete ya whole shit
We won't notice
Yo team know this
Ya see me coachin'
Receivers open
Oh geeze I'm zonin'
The league the coldest
The steez on frozen
Roll the dice like Vegas
Yeah
Grab a pound of Grade-A shit
Smoke
Break it down like 8-bit
Gas
Smokin loud vision hazy
Woah
Roll the dice like Vegas
Yeah
Grab a pound of grade A shit
Smoke
Break it down like 8-bit
Gas
Smokin loud vision hazy
Go!
Roll the dice like Vegas
Grab a pound of grade A shit
Break it down like 8-bit
Smokin loud vision hazy
Put you on the ground, on the pavement
Wanna get foul I'm flagrant
Homie fuck the judge and the bailiff
I ain't seen justice lately
Bitch I tell the President to fade me
Pull up on his residence swangin'
All black Beatle like Swae Lee
No it's not love don't pay me
Only got love for the pastries
Tryna get a cut of the bakery
Homies had the piece, no patience
You don't play the corner if you don't gotta safety
Remember couldn't afford a double-quarter, shit crazy
Now it's tell me what ya order, got it for the gravy
Ask me who my competition, tell ya that he nameless
Kickin' heads on some Liu Kang shit
Boutta get ahead 'till I'm dead or I'm brainless
Face it
Cuttin' through the paper, I'm a staple
Fakes had to cut 'em like cable
Homies pushing 'cain like Able
Just to put some bread on the table
Just to put a horse in the stable
Why I gotta make it stay faithful
Yeah that's why I gotta make it stay faithful
Roll the dice like Vegas
Yeah
Grab a pound of Grade-A shit
Smoke
Break it down like 8-bit
Gas
Smokin loud vision hazy
Woah
Roll the dice like Vegas
Yeah
Grab a pound of grade A shit
Smoke
Break it down like 8-bit
Gas
Smokin loud vision hazy
Go!
Back up on the menu
Smokin' on some purple shit a force like Ginyu
All up in the cut like Tenchu
Throwin' all the weight, Jiu-Jitsu
Beat up on the sticks, Nintendo
Run and let the marathon continue
Know I gotta pop, pimples
Gotta get the Guap for my kinfolk
Know I'll prolly rock, crippled
Let me break it down to you simple
Since you been sleepin' on me
Sheep that's been deceived, yeah they fleeced you homie
Treat the scene like Caesar, defeat ya army
Watching TV the only time you see the zombie
Feed me bodies
Leave the beat I'm greedy, got an eatin' problem
The only thing gettin' to me Jesus prolly
Hardly ever slip got cleats up on me
Tryna win the season and seize the moment
Decrease opponents
The CDC couldn't see this disease
That mean I'm potent
Weed the dopest
Concede it's hopeless
Ya see me focused
Delete ya whole shit
We won't notice
Yo team know this
Ya see me coachin'
Receivers open
Oh geeze I'm zonin'
The league the coldest
The steez on frozen
Roll the dice like Vegas
Yeah
Grab a pound of Grade-A shit
Smoke
Break it down like 8-bit
Gas
Smokin loud vision hazy
Woah
Roll the dice like Vegas
Yeah
Grab a pound of grade A shit
Smoke
Break it down like 8-bit
Gas
Smokin loud vision hazy
Go!
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Writer(s): Marquise Green
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